77. The Company We
Keep
Deb, my wife, was sitting on the couch, working on her laptop,
when I got home. I smiled as I sat down
next to her. She set her computer on
the coffee table leaned into me. We
talked about our days.
When I was dating, my father often asked me if my girlfriends
were ‘good company’. I usually gave him
some smart aleck answer, something like “When she’s not smoking crack.” Over
the years I learned he meant so much more by ‘good company’ than enjoying being
around someone. His favorite someone was my mother.
For him ‘good company’ meant looking forward to doing something ordinary
with her, the joy at seeing her, and the ease and contentment he found in her
company.
In time I learned ‘good company’ wasn’t limited to romantic
relationships.
“Wanna watch a movie?” I asked Deb, thinking she was good company.
“Sounds great,” she said.
Today I will be grateful for good company.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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